All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.

For thousands of years we have gathered in circle--around fires, around bodies, around altars--because we can't do this alone.

The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.

What we choose to love is very important for what we love leads our eyes, ears, and hearts on a pilgrimage that shapes the texture of our lives.

When we do what we love, again and again, our life comes to hold the fragrance of that thing.

The more spacious and larger our fundamental nature, the more bearable the pains in living.

True kindness is rooted in a deep sense of abundance, out of which flows a sense that even as I give, it is being given back to me.